You can say you're on the healin' side. You can say you've finally seen the light. But I don't see it yet. So how do I forget. . Don't you whisper borrowed words.
He's a young man. In his golden years. His hair of black now quickly fades to gray. The limp as he walks is his only souvenir. From those purple-hearted war time days.
Gloria, gloria, gloria, gloria. Gloria, gloria, gloria, gloria. . Hark the herald angels sing. Glory to the new born King. Peace on Earth and mercy mild.
When you were a child, you were a tomboy. And your mother laughed at the serious way. That you looked at her. And from your window at night. There were the star's little fires.
Gone from the house to the snows. Like a wandering light. You send a last balloon. To the solemn light of the moon's eye. . Over the fields. And the arcs of the radial lines.
Fell awake into this war state, nothing to recognize. No mistaking, I've been forsaken this one last time. If there's a plan and if there's a hand. It ain't reaching out enough for me.
Standing in line at the grocery store. Reading magazines that say I should want more. There's an old boyfriend, he looks my way. I can't help but smile, I feel great today.
There is a house in New Orleans. They call the Rising Sun. It's been the ruin of many a poor girl. Me, oh God I'm one. . My mother was a tailor. She sold these new blue jeans.
Sixty miles from El Paso. Feelin' lonesome as can be. Driving further from the heartache. that was slowly killing me. . I left at 4 am last monday. Filled my tank at luther's store.
There is old homeless Joe, he's a one man show. You can catch him down in 'Five Points' where everybody knows. He can pick and sing you anything from 'Muddy Waters' to 'B.B. King'.
The funniest girl I ever knew. Had hair as orange as Halloween. The bluest eyes that saw right through. All the BS and everything. . She was an artist from the start.
We are the children of God. Whoever he may be, whoever she may be. We go through life feelin' odd. Like a bird inside a cage, no where to pour the rage.
I see her up there,. She is dancing on the wind with her lover,. And maybe one or the other sees me smiling. In the sun's summer light at their perfect flight..
You are a lighthouse when I'm lost at sea. You are the language that I'm trying to speak. And You are the taste that keeps me thirsting. . You are the courage running through my veins.
I've seen enough to say that I know. That this old world is not my home. From lustful eyes and tainted lies, pride to hide the way that I. The way that I feel inside.
Another day gone by. And again I ask myself why. I question my sanity. Why I believe what I believe. . Some might think that I am crazy. For believing in something I cannot see.
I lay myself at Your feet. Asking You won't You meet. Won't You meet me. Cannot do it on my own. I cannot do it all alone. . And here I am, oh, tonight.
Have you ever wanted to be someone else?. And have you ever wanted just to be someone?. And have you ever wanted to reach your dreams?. And have you ever wanted life to be more than it seems?.
Blessed are the poor. For theirs is the kingdom. Blessed are those who mourn. For they will be comforted. . Blessed are the meek. For they will inherit the earth.
It's a beautiful world,. It's a beautiful day. Un unusual time,. Is coming our way. We're on an adventure,. Hip-hip hooray. . Up in a balloon,. I'm sailing with you.